It’s official. I’m no longer a resident of Puyallup. I moved into the sprawl that is most easily described as the hinters of Tacoma, where farmhouses and apartment buildings collide. It’s an odd mish-mash area of industrial businesses (trucking companies, equipment rentals, and storage units), schools, large-lot older residential homes, and newer, upper-middle class neighborhoods. Truly, it’s a strange neighborhood. But, there’s a fresh sausage shop within walking distance, so I can’t complain.
Dougal guards his box of stuff.
Moving was a challenging experience. Here’s what I learned:
• I hoard magazines. I found in my one-bedroom apartment four stashes of magazines. In my storage closet, there was a box of magazines from 2004. There were stacks of newer magazines in my hall closet, bedroom closet, and underneath my bathroom sink. As tempting as it was to finally sort through and pull articles and recipes, I had to make a clean break. I’m in recovery now. I’m not keeping magazines anymore.
• Oven cleaning needs to be part of my life. So, I never cleaned my oven. A self-proclaimed neat freak who at least twice a week is pushing a vacuum and scrubbing a toilet, I cannot sleep if the kitchen is messy, and yet I never cleaned my oven. I feel shame. And, someday, I hope my dissolved fingernails will grow back. (Oven cleaner is horrible stuff!)
• Dougal just wants to stay where he is. Though he’s fine now, Dougal was surprisingly the more stressed out of my two dogs. Barley was the cucumber on this…and he’s never a cucumber.
So, I’m all moved in and I’m adjusting to a new schedule. I’m working out at the college fitness center and trying to bust the bad juju that place has. The energy isn’t right and I really miss all the old coots from my old gym, but I’m trying to make it work. At least I get to watch “Judge Judy” while I work out. That’s a plus. And, for as strange as the new neighborhood is, it’s nice to be in a larger, newer place that’s very far away from my former, open-door pooper neighbor. I never want to see that again. Yuck.